Friday, June 22, 2007

my new addiction to w.h.auden.

always makes me laugh.

Foxtrot from a Play

The soldier loves his rifle,
The scholar loves his books,
The farmer loves his horses,
The film star loves her looks.
There’s love the whole world over
Wherever you may be;
Some lose their rest for gay Mae West,
But you’re my cup of tea.

Some talk of Alexander
And some of Fred Astaire,
Some like their heroes hairy
Some like them debonair,
Some prefer a curate
And some an A.D.C.,
Some like a tough to treat’em rough,
But you’re my cup of tea.

Some are mad on Airedales
And some on Pekinese,
On tabby cats or parrots
Or guinea pigs or geese.
There are patients in asylums
Who think that they’re a tree;
I had an aunt who loved a plant,
But you’re my cup of tea.

Some have sagging waistlines
And some a bulbous nose
And some a floating kidney
And some have hammer toes,
Some have tennis elbow
And some have housemaid’s knee,
And some I know have got B.O.,
But you’re my cup of tea.

The blackbird loves the earthworm,
The adder loves the sun,
The polar bear an iceberg,
The elephant a bun,
The trout enjoys the river,
The whale enjoys the sea,
And dogs love most an old lamp-post,
But you’re my cup of tea.

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this was my pre-performance entertainment for the past two days-- camped out behind the screen reading "the selected works of w.h.auden. :P which of course, brings me to my first REAL post in ages. Herod and the Slaughter of the Innocents, directed by Mary Larew [the most patient person in the world, i swear], was staged at the National Centre for Early Music on the 20th and 21st of june.. and all in all, it went preeeetty well! :P imagine-- a 13th century drama, entirely SUNG, performed in medieval latin in a church that's older than my country.

doesn't that sound fun? :P

well, it was.

the past few days have passed in a rush of three hour long rehearsals and run-throughs, taking ju around and essentially trying to make full use of my time left in york. it's slightly heady, actually, the feeling, when everything slows down and you think back on what you've been doing for the past academic year, and suddenly it hits you-- life's just passing you by. like that. it's frightening when you think about it, really.

but yet again, did not mean to go off on a strange, maudlin tangent.

my point was-- it was good fun. honestly. i think there's something about plainchant that really just grabs someone by the gut and forces them to concentrate on WHAT'S being sung. perhaps it's the purity of the line, the clarity of the melody unsullied by messy harmonies and polyphony. perhaps it's the use of the dorian scale, the intrinsic haunting qualities which it possesses. perhaps it's because it's in latin and everyone's just squinting at the translations trying to figure out where they are in the play. or perhaps it's just because there aren't any instruments that they could listen to as an alternative. :P but there's just something awesome about it that i'm absolutely addicted to, and i wake up sometimes hearing plainchant in my head.

which, admittedly, can sometimes be a little bit scary and foreboding. hehe.

but it's powerful, and kudos to mary, because the staging was pretty damned powerful as well. :) tableaus. so much fun. haha! looking forward to performing it again!

international medieval congress. how cool does that sound?! :P

i think with each passing day-- i revert more and more into my early teenage, inexplicably optimistic, rose-tinted-glasses-wearing self. which isn't necessarily a bad thing, i admit, but sometimes i fear that it's just.. you know. calm before the storm and all that mambo jambo. carebear-ness.

i have to stop worrying. garnering some sort of a reputation as a worrywart. bah.

something still feels wrong with the world. it's been what? three days, and something, something inexplicable, still feels wrong with the world. sigh.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

and this is why i keep coming back.

having judith over in york is possibly the most joy-inducing thing i've had in a while. although, strictly, i can't be sure if it can be considered a "thing".. but well, grammatical issues and my deteriorating grasp of the english language aside, MY BEST FRIEND being over in the UK with me has made life.. sort of complete.

she takes my mind off things, and she's here to talk to me about anything and everything, and well, she's judith. and she makes life simple.

it's strange how i can see her once in months and completely feel at home-- there's no strange "i haven't seen you for so long and i'm not sure what to talk to you about" awkwardness-- there's no judgment, no hesitation, no discomfiture.

i love judith.

this is why she's my best friend in the world. i never ever have to explain myself.

this post isn't making much sense, i realise. rambling post-- probably a good indication of my mental and emotional state.

auntie wai chin passed away yesterday. God bless her soul. it's actually pretty difficult to come to terms with the death of a close one-- it doesn't feel.. real. i mean, in the past year i haven't seen her often, because, well, being separated by an ocean kind of makes it difficult to meet up with people, but i remember a time where i saw her everyday, when she was almost like another mother. when our cellgroup was so closely-knit, i would stay over at ruth's all the time, and watch "don't worry, be happy" on auntie wai chin and uncle singkong's bed, listening to spice girls and playing silly games. i remember holidays to malaysia together, where the parents would take turns watching us while we devised some way to escape their attention.

it just.. doesn't feel real, you know what i mean?

i can't imagine what it must be like for them now.

how surreal.

she's one of the best people i have ever met-- one of the most righteous, and down-to-earth, and loving, and giving, and God-fearing. she's an inspiration.

it doesn't feel real.